IT Oneshots

Comfort (Stanley Uris)

Pairing: Adult! Stanley Uris x Adult! Reader (IT Chapter Two)

Summary: Meeting up with Stanley for the first time in years is not only exciting but truly terrifying.

Request by anon: "Hi could I make a request based on 20 26 59 I know they're random but everyone likes a challenge hahah could it be with adult Stanley ik he dies in chapter 2 but could it be a version when he doesn't"

➢ 20. "I'm gonna hit you." "What?" "Ugh, that came out wrong."

➢ 26. "Too bad I wanted to see some ghosts."

➢ 59. "Can I sleep with you? I need someone by my side."

Word Count: 800+

Something about hearing your old friend made your stomach twist.

"(Y/N), it's Mike."

You had no clue what made you so nauseous but you packed your bags anyway, having an urge to listen to your old friend's request to go back to Derry.

That's how you ended up in front of a Chinese restaurant, staring up at the sign and taking deep breaths, preparing to walk in. You just about jumped out of your skin when you felt a weight be placed on your shoulder.

When you turned around, your heart stopped for a moment, eyes trailing over the familiar curly light brown hair and warm brown eyes. "Stanley?" You said almost breathlessly.

The brunette took his hand off your shoulder and placed it back in his pocket, offering you a small nervous smile. "It's weird seeing you again."

You couldn't stop yourself from grinning widely and wrapping your arms around your former best friend. Stanley returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around your middle. After a moment, the two of you separated, trying to keep your cheeks from warming.

"You haven't changed," Stanley smiled at you, taking a step back to put some space between the two of you.

"And you're still the same noodle boy," You teased, gesturing to his curly hair, "Has it gotten curlier?"

Stanley shook his head at your nickname and teased back, however, there was something off about his tone. "I'm going to hit you."

Your eyebrows furrowed at his serious tone, looking up at him questioningly. "What?"

Stanley's cheeks instantly heated up, a light pink dusting across his cheeks and to his ears. "Ugh, that came out wrong." He brought a hand up to cover his face, about to apologize before a voice interrupted him.

"Yeah, he meant to say 'I'm going to hit on you'. Come on Stan the Man, I thought you would be better at this by now."

You rolled your eyes, not even looking over Stan's shoulder to see who it was. It was pretty obvious by the attitude in his voice. "It's nice to see you too, Richie," Stan rolled his eyes as well, a thing that he found himself constantly doing around his inappropriate friend.

Richie walked up, glancing between the both of you before grumbling. "Why the fuck does everyone look so good?"

By the next hour, everyone was crowding out of the restaurant in horror, Richie a bit embarrassed from yelling at an innocent kid. As much as you were terrified, you couldn't help but be worried for your curly-haired best friend. You knew that even back when you were kids he was sensitive and if you were scared out of your mind, you couldn't imagine how he felt.

"We didn't come here for a haunted house, Mike!" Eddie yelled, starting an all too familiar fight.

"Too bad, I wanted to see some ghosts," Richie chuckled in an attempt to lift the heavy atmosphere surrounding the losers. He instantly shut up when Eddie returned his joke with a harsh glare.

You followed Stanley as he left without a word, his bottom lip trembling slightly as he opened the driver's side door. He didn't stop you from climbing into his passenger's seat, staying silent while gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"Are you okay?" Your voice came out soft, not wanting to startle him.

Stanley swallowed thickly, wide eyes slowly moving to meet yours. The fear was practically rolling off of him in waves. "I remember IT," His voice trembled, "I remember everything. E-Even that lady."

Your hand started to reach toward his in an attempt to comfort him but you hesitated, not sure if physical contact was the best for him right now. Stanley looked down at your outstretched hand before taking it in his own and squeezing tightly, reminding himself that his friends were here. You didn't leave him and no matter what, he was not letting you go.

Before Stanley could think about what he was going to say, the words were spilling out of his mouth. "Can I sleep with you?" I need someone by my side."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding before squeezing his hand back, nodding your head. "Of course you can."

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, trying to grasp onto what happened. You glanced over at Stanley, relieved to see his breaths significantly less frantic and his posture more relaxed. You gave Stan's hand one last squeeze before letting go, opening the passenger door again.

"I'll see you back at the hotel?"

Stanley nodded, watching in his rearview mirror to make sure you made it safely to your car before starting his own. The two of you had a rough night with all of the nightmares, but both of you were relieved to have each other's comforting presence.